Journey-work of the Stars

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of
     the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and
     the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d'oeuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,
And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,

And the cow crunching with depress'd head surpasses any
And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of

                           -- Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

Here is my first effort at star photography. Much to learn! Happy to have taken a workshop with Don Whitebread.